The circle of life - In Memoriam

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore.
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

[Henry Wadsworth Longfellow]


Our beloved friend has died on Tuedsay, June 24th, killed in Sadr City, at 10:30 pm by a bomb blast, while working as an interpreter and cultural advisor for the Provincial Reconstruction Team of Baghdad.

In memory of a great friend, a wonderful, sweet man, whom Abbie will never get to meet.

I love you. We'll miss you forever. It was my greatest honor having known you. Addio, amico mio.